Quiet

I am very placid, this kind of explains it

 

Quiet

 

I am so quiet

That the words not said are just enough

To push you out of my life

But this is who I am

I may have to wait till I can find someone who can stand

My calm demeanor

I do talk though

When something has to be said

When something important is in my head

When I want to tell you how I feel

But those quiet moments seem to be too hard for people to deal

I am not loud or ignorant in a sense

I think carefully about what I am going to say

Because I know how words have a way

Of hurting more than physical blows to the body

If you ask me a question I will answer truthfully

But the truth still remains I am not the talkative type

I was not this quiet though

My case has became more severe

Because I am nowhere near

My home, my family

So my happiness is just a front

I really do want

To be the center of your attention

Just don’t look for extra words to be mentioned

Because you will be looking for hours

And honestly that is my only complication

My slight hesitation

To speak

But when words do leak

Between my lips

Just know they will be worth listening to

I just hope that me being so quiet

Will not consequently bring me loneliness

Believe me I wish I wasn’t like this too

I will write enough poems to compensate my voice

And maybe it will bring me closer to you

Reviews

[S.J.Moore]

It reminded me of someone who is near to my heart.
I loved it.
He is actually the reason for all my emotions.
I loved it.
Again off to read more.

[Wanda S. Paryla]

Really nice. I love the sensitivity that pours out of this work. Indeed, people who don't usually have a lot to say are deep thinkers. I like the opening of this poem, and I can envision the pain that really quiet people experience. In fact, I've seen it in real life, the quiet, the shy being shunned and picked on. This is a nice observation. Good job.

[Jofer Serapio]

I can relate to this poem. I love the way you expressed and described what it really means to be someone quiet, like one of the shadow's tendrils, like you don't even exist. Keep up the good work.